In a fantasy, everything works out perfectly. That’s why Cosmo is drinking beer. He needs to ferment better dreams for his stout body to hop on to. And not the bitter things of reality that will leave him ale-ing. But he so lager-ly about doing things, he’ll probably end up getting mugged. Yeast he remembers what his limit is. Otherwise he’ll end up in the gutter like an empty and broken keg.
In a fantasy, everything works out perfectly. That’s why Cosmo is drinking beer. He needs to ferment better dreams for his stout body to hop on to. And not the bitter things of reality that will leave him ale-ing. But he so lager-ly about doing things, he’ll probably end up getting mugged. Yeast he remembers what his limit is. Otherwise he’ll end up in the gutter like an empty and broken keg.